User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG/@comment-15113825-20130909195028/@comment-15113825-20130909200806

''After binding up her arm, she moved onto her weapons. The two weapons she had were all she had to remind her of her parents. She was an engineer for the rebellion, designing siege weapons. Then, one day she was killed by an archer during a particularly long battle. Her father was a navy captain. He often lead charges and was a brilliant tactian and expert swordsman. The collapsible sword she wielding was once her father's. It had been crafted with care out of the finest materials available to her. The blade was made out of a dense metal that was excellent for both defending from blows and crushing through less well-made blades. One day though, he had returned being carried by two foot soldiers. He had ordered them to leave them, but after all the times he had risked his life making sure they returned safely home, they had owed him their lives. They took him to his wife and daughter's tent, still clutching his sword, and gave it to Emerald, still nine seasons old. His navy officer's coat and boots also now belonged to her. ''